A Final Taste of Blood

by Wayne C. Rogers

  The sound of the screen door being opened caught Freeman attention. He turned around and saw Frank Peterson stepping outside onto the porch with a cup of coffee in his hand.

  “Did you get to visit with them?” Peterson asked.

  Freeman nodded with a smile on his face. “It was a good visit.”

  Peterson leaned against the railing beside his friend and watched the gulls diving for morsels of food.

  “I’m glad,” he said.

  The End